Buses and cycles and jeepneys
and trains and private cars but never skates
Giggling guts and water drops on rustic things
Laughs and food and bed
and friends and thoughts but never clothes
Popsy mates 'til metamorphosed hearts
Face and fats and love
and life and clothes but never soul
Dates in dinner plates faking cigar smokes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem